Memories Of Mistletoe Novels & Stories

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

We’ve been hiking for hours and he keeps having flashes of memory, certain that he’s on the right path and a particular part of the woods looks familiar, until he’d suddenly stop and look confused. “It’s okay, Arlo. We know your mother messed with your memories and probably planted all kinds of traps to lead you astray. We’ll keep trying. One thing every area you’ve led us to has in common, are very large yew trees. Most of the forest is made up of beech and rowan trees, the yews are scarce. Plus they’re associated with magic. I think if we can mark their locations on a map, we may find the place that keeps sliding out of your head.”

Her mind quieted, like a still pond reflecting the sky. Athena's gentle voice guided her, a soft breeze rustling leaves. "Relax, Rosalind. Let the memories surface." Rosalind's breathing slowed, her heartbeat calming. Her thoughts untangled, like threads unwinding from a knot. Suddenly, visions flooded her mind. The gods' chamber, shimmering with ethereal light. The ancient texts, yellowed parchment adorned with intricate script. The recipe unfolded before her, every ingredient, every measurement, crystal clear. Rosalind's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto Athena's. "Athena, I remember!" Rosalind exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Remember, April! Remember what I told you." "Remember what?" I demanded, frustration boiling over. "You're taunting me with cryptic messages and vague warnings. What the hell am I supposed to remember?" The woman's touch on my face calmed the storm within me. Her fingers traced my cheekbone, and a floodgate of memories burst open. Fragments of images, long forgotten, surfaced. I recalled playing amidst a group of people with snow-white hair, their laughter and smiles etched in my mind. Vivid scenes of ancient forests, whispering trees, and moonlit rituals flooded my consciousness.

“Haven’t seen you in a while.” I got straight to the point. “I need to know what herb or potion can wipe someone’s memory.” Her expression shifted. “Why?” “Because someone did it to Kael,” I said, voice hard. “And I think it was Gracie.” Sage went quiet. Then she turned to her shelves and pulled down a small jar filled with dried red petals. “There’s only one known flower that can tamper with memory. Moonshade.” “Moonshade?” “It’s rare. Grows only during the Blood Moon. Boil it with wolfsbane and silver root, and you get a brew strong enough to erase memories temporarily. Dangerous… if used too often, it can cause permanent gaps.”

She glanced between him and Vyrelen. "Tharros took a deep breath. "Mary." Nyxoria’s eyes narrowed. "What about Mary? Did she cause trouble?" Instead of answering right away, Tharros lifted the dried leaf. "Do you know what this is?" Nyxoria shook her head. "No, I don’t." "It is called whisperleaf," Tharros said. "It’s used to erase memories. People who want to forget something, or make someone else forget, mix it into their food or drink. Too much if it will make someone loose his or her memories forever."

She continued asking, “There’s heavy snow falling in front of you, and everything around you is covered in white. You feel very cold, but then you hear Christmas songs playing, and you realize it’s Christmas. What do you see?” “The three of us… Zachary, me, and Sarah are sitting in front of the Christmas tree, singing Christmas songs together.” Sarah froze. Again, her? The images Mia described—the concert in the summer and singing Christmas songs—didn’t exist in Sarah’s memory. Then it hit her. Could someone else have been there with Zachary and Mia? Someone who might explain this? Could it have been Vivian? Was Mia’s memory mixed up due to her condition? Though she was suspicious, Sarah con

“I’m leaving… This time, I’ll let them go completely. I’ll make the rest of my life count. You guys, be well and don’t worry about me. Someday, years from now, we’ll meet again.” The mountain wind lifted her long hair, and the white flowers at the grave trembled slightly, as though they were responding to her. The next day, she went to Lovers’ Bridge. Years ago, she and Justin had hung a lock there. It had been engraved with their names, meant to symbolize their lasting love. She found the lock, gripped a pair of pliers, and snapped it off before tossing it into the river. As the lock fell into the water, she seemed to hear the laughter of her younger self.

Katie pointed to a purple blossom curiously. "This is called a mistletoe," I said softly while gently patting her head. "It's said that if you eat it, you can forget all your worries." Katie nodded as if comprehending what I said. "Have you eaten it before, Mom?" I shook my head. "No." I looked blankly into the distance. "Some memories might be painful, but they're still a part of our lives. "Only by remembering them can we move forward into the future." Katie smiled and continued arranging the flowers.

"I've been asking myself that same question since I heard it." "Mistotle is supposed to be extinct. No, wrong wording. It is supposed to have been destroyed completely. Didn't the formal Alpha king destroy it when he found out it was more lethal to our kind than wolfsbane?" Nancy mused, pacing back and forth as she glared at the vials on the table. "That's why it is surprising that he was being poisoned by it." "And that's why we couldn't identify the poison in his system," Nancy interjected. "Mistletoe poison, according to records, is said to be odourless and colourless, and it takes a special procedure to check if something contains it."